Guilt.

To me, this is one of the worst feelings in the entire world. It is even more of a worse feeling when you didn't do anything wrong.

I just want to make everyone happy at all times. I am so affraid of being a bad friend, daughter, and sister, that when I can't accomodate to everyone, I feel horrible.

It's a good thing that I am not Catholic, or I would feel ten times worse than I already do...

Back to School...

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Weekend Rendezvous...

All I want to do is float on the lake and hear the creak of the porch door, and then the big slam and watch my friends clumsily walk down the side walk with too many drinks in their hands towards me. Where they bend over and accidently drop their sunglasses in the lake as they are handing me an over-sized Daquori, and end up having to jump in and fish them out. The small shriek of anxiety over the shockingly chill water as theys step in, hands up in the air, elbows slightly grazing the water, neck tense, eyes staring hard to see through the dark water, and whines as you find them, but then realize that you can't reach them with your toes--you will actually have to dive under...

DAYDREAMER

.... today is the type of day, where it would be so frickin nice to go home after work, get in some little comfy shorts and a tank, and laugh and giggle with my man on the couch... possibly some malts in hand, and maybe a frozen pizza and a beer....

We are drunk.

We drove home.

Don't worry, we had a sober cab. It was Kent. Good thing he said he'd drive home, because otherwise, we'd either still be downtown, or have to waste money on a cab.

My butt-crack is showing, we call this "The Tobi". Nobody cares.

I danced so much that my pants stretched out and now they slide down. I don't wear underware....too much info?...?...? Sorry., No, really, butt-crack.

We are at Joleen's now.

I am typing while the dorks are talking about the night. Pretty much, to sum everything up, we all went out, the guys were nerds and the girls were bitches, and we were the coolest people in the entire frickin' 5 block radius.

Aparently, what I got out of the last convo that I've eve's dropped on......Noah is smooth. He is good, and I mean R-E-A-L good.

The Butler's are apparently well-known people. I dont know them, but of course I did the smile and nod, like I recognized who was gracing me with his presence.

Jenny's boobs are out, and I mean, really out. Pretty much I want to put my face in them and go.......... blblblblkajhldkfjldkjflsdkfjsldkfj!!

They are big.

Joleen isn't scared and Jen's boobs don't hurt.'

Beer is good.

I am now looking at the tall young boy, and I thought he was standing on the coffee table, but I was mistaken. He is now coyly sitting down, with a sheepishly look on his face.

Kent just asked Jenny for her grandma's phone number. Don't ask.

The only bultler that ?I know, was my neighbor's cat, who we called Butler, because he was black and white.

Jenny wants to go to her website, but she doesn't realize that I am not a lesbian. She loves her website, she is the shit.




I love beer.

Jenny made me the most ghetto drink I can think of .............vodka and kool-aid.

A Wedding Like No Other....